Composition

The song's lyrics question the singer's purpose in life.

Recording

The song's first recording session was on 3 October 1967 along with "With the Sun in My Eyes" and "Words". The song's last recording session was on 28 October 1967. "World" was originally planned as having no orchestra, so all four tracks were filled with the band, including some mellotron or organ played by Robin. When it was decided to add an orchestra, the four tracks containing the band were mixed to one track and the orchestra was added to the other track. The stereo mix suffered since the second tape had to play as mono until the end when the orchestra comes in on one side. Barry adds: "'World' is one of those things we came up with in the studio, Everyone just having fun and saying, 'Let's just do something!' you know". Vince Melouney recalls: "I had this idea to play the melody right up in the top register of the guitar behind the chorus".

World (Five for Fighting song)

"World" is a song written and recorded by American recording artist Five for Fighting. It was released in November 2006 as the second single from the albumTwo Lights. It reached number 14 on the U.S. Billboard Adult Pop Songs chart.

Content

"World" is an upbeat, piano-driven melody that, like his other singles, paints vivid pictures of human life driven with deep emotion. The song's lyrics are notably more cryptic than in previous singles, but are driven by the chorus hooks, "What kind of world do you want?" and "Be careful what you wish for, history starts now."

Critical reception

Chuck Taylor, of Billboard magazine reviewed the song favorably, calling the song "admittedly more abstract" but the average listener will pick out certain lines and find a relatable message. He goes on to say that "alongside, the piano-driven, orchestrated melody is his most captivating yet lush and instantly memorable."

Music video

The music video for "World" features aspects of the bright side of life including children, marriage and fireworks. There are also references that go with the lyrics including a brief image of a mushroom cloud in a cup of coffee, with a newspaper's headline featuring North Korea's nuclear program. It was directed by Todd Strauss-Schulson.

World (The Price of Love)

"World (The Price of Love)" is a 1993 single by New Order, taken from the album Republic. Simply listed as "World" on the album, the subtitle "The Price of Love" was added for the single release, as it is repeated during the chorus. A 7:34 dance remix of the track by Paul Oakenfold, called the "Perfecto mix", was included on many releases of the single and was used for an alternate edit of the video.

Video

The same music video was used for both the original version and an edit of the Perfecto remix of the song. Shot in Cannes with only 5 long steadicam shots, the video features the camera slowly journeying from a pier into an expensive hotel, lingering on the faces of passers-by. It features the band only fleetingly - Peter Hook sits at a table on the seafront, Bernard Sumner stands overlooking the sea, and Stephen Morris and Gillian Gilbert pose for a photograph outside the Carlton Hotel. This would be the last time the band would appear in a video until 2005's "Jetstream".

Norsk Tipping

Norsk Tipping AS is the national lottery in Norway, located in Hamar. The company offers a wide range of lottery, sports and instant games in the Norwegian market. Norsk Tipping is owned by the Norwegian government and administered by Norwegian Ministry of Culture and Church Affairs . Ever since Norsk Tipping started in 1948, the idea has been that the profit from company’s operations would be channelled back to the Norwegian sport and cultural sector. During 60 years of activity, Norsk Tipping have given its profits to such purposes.

History

Football pools were the only game when the Norsk Tipping AS was founded in 1948. At that time organisation was run as a limited company with the Norwegian State holding 40%, the Norwegian Sports Federation 40% and the Norwegian Football Association 20%. The profit was at first shared between sports and research projects. Today the company also raises money for culture causes, and the surplus is divided 50/50 between sports and culture.

"Lotto" received mixed reviews from television critics, with many enjoying Andy and Darryl's interaction. According to Nielsen Media Research, the episode was viewed by 5.82million viewers and received a 3.2rating/8 percent share among adult between the ages of 18 and 49, marking a slight drop in the ratings from the previous episode, "The Incentive".

All World

[Big Pokey:]It's a bunch of niggaz, knocking my hustlingI'm on the grind going hard out the trunk, like Rocky when rushingA empty clip, the only thang stop me from bustingWhen I roll nigga folding, it's not a discussionAsk yourself this question, what's colder than DinaIt's a bunch of money on my den, fuck rolling a beamerGo hard or go home, hoe you know I'm a dreamerWith the heart to go and get it, how you know I'm a schemerSensei need a bad bitch, I'm looking for TrinaPut this ham in they yams, have her looking for XenaWe hit the do' like a battle ram, me and my teamI pop bottles every now and then, but me I'm a leanerIt's a small world, play pussy get fuckedLike a call girl, bout to fold it like a tall worldFuck what they say-a, dog I'm some'ing like a playaBitches know me everywhere, motherfucker I'm all world[Mike D:]I'm some'ing like a playa, some'ing like a pimpCatch me at Papa Deauxxx, eating lobsters and shrimpsY'all know who it is, and I'm right back at itIt's Boss Hogg Corleone, now come on ride with me daddyAcross the state line, I do it every timeIt ain't hard to tell, how I'm on my grindI'm like a Carl Smitty, in his prime timeBut you can get it there, we riding for the same sideThen you done fucked up, gave me life againMJ when I point em out, I want em all dead menIt's the Don, but every nigga in my click a bossFrom Den Den to Lil' Duke, and Big H.A.W.K.Clay-Doe, 6-4, can't forget BaminoRed D and Rhino, 3-2 and Danny BoyC to the F to the EGet your mind right trick, when you fucking with meI'm all world, imagine just starving my baby girlsNiggaz ain't ready, I'ma let the K hurlYou done fucked up, and let me grab a couple hundredAnd in a minute, I'ma go on ahead and start stuntingFor the summer, riding down on these cock-a-roachesMan they shouldn't of talked down, on the Costra NostaBoss Hogg Corleone, that's meThe black Osama, taking over this biatch[Chris Ward:]It's the M.O.B., H-O double GS.U.C., raw ass niggaI'm that ghetto ass, gutter gangstaGritty, Y.S.P. ass niggaAll these new comers, wanna be like meI can't help it, y'all get off my D-I-CThat's from me to you nigga, stamp signed and sealedBout to let these niggaz know, that I grind for scrillAll these niggaz round here cap, like I don't shine for realThat's why I walk around, lookng like I just signed a dealGot bout 40 on my chest, a dime on my wristAnd three quarts of that dime, on the same hand's fistI make them all boppers, be like girl look at ChrisThat nigga other hand, look like frozen yellow pissIs this, what it's aboutThese lyrics that I spit out, is nasty once they get outI contaminate the streets, I contaminate the boothI contaminate the South, when I speak the truthYou might see in some'ing, looking like a nasty mustard stainThe top is butterscotch, and the guts is caineAll these motherfuckers asking, what's my nameIt's C. Ward motherfucker, it's a must I cameMy nust they hang, just like my Boss Hogg chainYou see I'm in it for the change, motherfuck the fame nigga[E.S.G.:]Now guess who back and I'm hungry, I ain't aten my lunchAlways into something, bad apple out the bunchFuck a punchline, I'm throwing hate back like jabsKnocking fake slim niggaz, off the motherfucking slabHate nigga game I'ma take it back, wanna know how I got my stacksPablo came and gave me packs, stuck on mack and swang in LacsBlue and yellow stones, it's hard to lookIce bucket on my chest, smelling like master cookAt the age 15, young guerilla in the jungleMoving quarter ki's, and weed for my uncleCall me Ashton Kutcher, bitch niggaz I punk yaHouston Tex call me Shrek, I'm a S.U.C. monsterMike Jones had it wrong, see Screw is the DonWhoever up next, only carried the batonPut in city where I'm from, I was born in the boothHad a murder charge in 9-5, I ain't scared to shootCandy red or blue coupe, I'm so executiveCEO status, you need a code where I liveI left the gates open, you cupcakes hopingThat you could rob the real Boss, I never leave my safe openLeave your face smoking, I'm a gangsta to the fullestA box of cigarillos, a new box of bulletsSo when I pull it, you bitch niggaz know the songMe and Mike D, sipping purple and PatroneBack back yep, in a 300 M'sBlack, with the motherfucking all black rimsKnown for serving fiends, straight dropping screensThese devils trying to clip my wings, call me ConstantineBitch I be a pimp, I ain't slowing downIt's E and the Boss Hogg, bitch we hold it downYeah bitch niggaz, you niggaz all girlsE.S.G., Poke and Mike D yeah we all world[talking:]Uh E.S.G., what's up MJTake Over year, right hereI got my nigga in here, Lil' 3rdBout to wreck this bitch[Lil' 3rd:]I'm the Cloverland's finest, I ain't talking bout body-wiseArmageddon 16's on the rise, and body guardsStones on my chest, change colors like models eyesBlowing kush smoke, purple syrup slanging them powder poundsFired up down proof, and the slash is motorizedCan't let niggaz see it, cause these boys is motomizedStyle is mobster, West is saying C. Whoadie rideE.S.G. and Mike D, pull up swanging the Rover wideClaim Screwed Up Click, but you niggaz not notarizedTails stuck in they ass, when a nigga get notifiedFuck squashing the beef, cause Lil' 3rd fa sho to rideThat boy hunt pump shit, I can see it in both his eyesK doing FED time, while I ain't thinking wiseMean boxing game, AK and a shank and nineKing of Cloverland, it ain't nothing to compromiseSweet as a honey bun, and you filled up with bunch of liesIf you a G, why you traumatizedA lil' fame got this nigga head, big as a Hummer tire[Grace:]Put the chase all in your face, and rap at pace like them tommy gunsBusting your discussion, go-getter making suckers runPimping pens for ends, setting trends one of the onesDay one dirt doer, underground like C and BunBring it on, rep the click and stay standing strongCalculator's what they call me, I'm the one that they counting onGarunteed like F, underground funky like bad breathGame runner give it to em, lay em down like bad healthWe steady rapping for Screw, salute a flag that's blueUntil I'm gone it's on, like yellow west keep it trueYa see I'm repping like I'm stepping, busting like auto weaponsThat same boy G-R-A-C-E, got them Screw Heads recollectingAnother day another dub, Kalluminatti still riding highTill the end and this the year, to tell them hoe niggaz bye-byeI'm so for real with the skills, equipped and ready to killYou flip like floozies in heels, rat and roaches catching steel